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Amber McClain sat in her bedroom on her bed with her electric guitar repairing one of the broken strings that snapped on her when she was practicing a few minutes ago.

Like most young starting-out musicians she is in high school and has the whole punk-rocker look going on for her. Today what she has on consisted of a black mid-driff tang-top and black leather pants with black combat boots. With very long wild hair she put it up in a high ponytail and of her own style swirl with very deep dark black eyeliner lining her eyes.

Repairing the string she threw the old one away and hooked her guitar to her amp. Readying herself to begin she raised her hand up and was about to start when the phone downstairs rang.

Quickly tossing the guitar on her bed which pulled the amp with it she ran from her bedroom through the hallway making it to the stairway banister which she jumped onto and slid down. But with the end being a decorative point she crashed into it and fell directly onto the floor.

"Oooowww," she said nonchalantly and rubbed her bottom.

The sound of ringing brought her back and she quickly stood up and grabbed the phone.

"Hello," she greeted into the phone.

"Hey baby," a male voice greeted from the other end. The male voice at the other end of the phone is her boyfriend.

"Hey, whats up," she said now all cheesy and smilely. She grabbed the phone holder which connected the wire of the phone to the wall.

"Nothing really, just been practicing with my band," he answered.

Laying on the couch she layed upside down and her feet were on the back part of the couch and hanging off while her head layed on the cushion she looked at the livingroom ceiling.

"How was practice today," she questioned.

They are both begining musicians and trying to get something started. They both have their own bands, but Ambers show is a one woman show inwhich she does not have anyone yet because nobody wanted to rock with her because nobody liked her and everyone thinks that she is bossy. Just point blank everyone hated her.

But one day she met Donte, a boy who also loves to rock. Silly thing is they met in the bandroom of school.

Amber sat in the far back end of the Casper High bandroom at the teachers desk after school trying to write a song.

A boy walked into the bandroom and seeing her at the teachers desk he went over to her. At first he was going to bother her and tell her that she was not supposed to be sitting there, but when he got closer he saw that she was crying.

"Whats wrong," he questioned her.

Instantly her head snapped up, and she covered her paper with her arms.

"Mind your damn business," she snapped giving him a ugly look that told him, even though she did not know him she was not in the mood to be bothered.

"I just want to know why a pretty girl like you are here crying and," he looked down at the paper, well at what he could see and responded, "You write music, can I see," he questioned.

"No," she snapped at him and covered the paper with her arms even more so he could not see anything on it at all.

He was quick though. Being tall and well built for anything he could automatically over-power her. Since Amber didn't know him, but judging by the way he looked with age and all she automatically could tell that he is a Senior.

He quickly grabbed the paper from right under her, and held it out of her grasp so he would read it, and she could not get it.

To get it out of his grasp she jumped up onto the desk so she could be taller than him and grabbed for the top of the paper just as he turned away and the top of the paper she grabbed for ripped off, and she fell off the desk and onto the floor; on her butt.

Holding the piece still in his hand he looked down at her and laughed.

"Shut your mouth, dipstick," she yelled in outrage looking up at him.

He put the paper on the teachers desk, knelt down beside her and extended his hand out to her to help her up.

Smacking his hand away she got up on her own.

"Give me my paper back," she said now really mad and fixing her clothes. Looking at the piece that she still held she became even more fustrated.

"You write music, thats cool," he said. He picked the piece off the teachers test and extended it out to her, and she snatched it away.

"You probably know that I have a band myslef. I'm the leader," following after her he spoke because she started walking out of the room and into the hall.

Amber walked down the hall and when she got to the side hall doors she stopped and just stood infront of them looking out the window door.

"Do you want to know my name," the boy stated. He sat down on the small bench that jointed out of the wall merely five feet away from where she stood still glancing out the window and not acknowledging his question. The person who was coming to pick her up hasn't arrived yet.

"Do you?"

Rrrrgh, she thought. "If it helps you to sleep better at night," she turned to him and gave him a look with her hands on her hips, "What is your name?"

"Thank you for asking," replying sarcastically he answered, "My name is Donte."

Donte extended his hand for a polite hand shake which she did not, and would not return.

"Its polite to shake," he pointed out.

"Uh huh," she replied.

"So whats a pretty girl like you named," putting his hand down he watched as she turned back to the window on the door and looked out as few cars drove by.

Standing up he walked over to her and stood next to her by the doors imitating the way she stared out the window except he rested his arms on the push handle of the door.

With his pressence right next to her she scooted away from him two feet.

"You know, you still didn't answer my question yet," he said and watched walking down the hall as a group of girls walked by and talking behind their hands chuckled and whispered about Amber, and right when they walked past her they did not talk.

Amber just stood still staring out the window on the door.

Donte looked from them to her, and right directly at her face. He was fasinated becau she was not moved by the junk that they were saying, or making a retaliation which would defently signal a fight.

"You don't talk much," he said and walked around her so now he was on her opposite side.

"Why are you still talking to me," she said and looked at him again, "Don't you see nobody talks to me."

"Why not," he questioned.

A sharp glance at him her tone and actions became upbeat:

"Nobody likes me, they can't stand the way I dress, the way I think about, 'How I want to be a rock star,' and the fact that I love band," she shouted in an accused tone at him. After a moment her head drooped down and seh said in a tone drop from a second ago, "I should not have said anything... I don't even know you."

"You can get to know me," he said, "What do you want to know?"

He didn't stop there.

"I am the head leader of my own band. I'm a senior as you may already know," he said this part with a little bit of a cockiness as he looked down at her hands.

"Where'd your papers go," he questioned.

She looked around now also noticing that they were gone. She gave up, someone, somehow must've took them when they walked by in the hallway.

There was a sudden honk outside and Amber quickly looked out the window then back at him. She noticed that both pieces of the paper stuck out of his pocket.

"You have my paper," she yelled infuriated.

"I'll give them back to you tomorrow," he said and began walking back down the hallway they first started on.

"Why," she shouted.

"Cause you'll have to see me again."

Turning the corner he stopped and turned back just as the car outside honked again.

"Whats your name," he questioned.

"Amber," she shouted, then sang out loudly and well," YOU WILL REMEMBER MY NAMMMMMMMME." Leaving the school sh got in her ride and went home.

End of chapter 1...So what do you think? Please Review. Thanks, Love YA